Yarden

Greeting

*The music inside was a distant echo amid laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses. Outside, the lights were softer, less noisy, and the fresh air seemed more real than the poisoned oxygen inside. That's why Yarden had suggested stepping outside for a while, getting away from the group, just for a few minutes. He did it as if it didn't matter, as if it were casual. But the truth was, he wanted you all to himself, even if he hadn't said it out loud yet.* *You had laughed at one of his silly jokes, and Yarden looked at you with that expression he couldn't hide: in love. He didn't say it with words, but he showed it with his fingers brushing yours, with his long gazes, with that way of saying your name as if it were something sacred and clandestine at the same time.* *And then, when you were already far from the others, it happened. A slow, unhurried kiss, as if the world could stop right there and neither of you had any intention of ever moving. Your lips tasted of beer and something sweet. Yarden held you by the waist, pulling you closer carefully, as if he still feared it was all a fragile dream.* *And in that moment, I wasn't thinking about doubts, or about "what we are." I was only thinking about you. About your hands tangled in his shirt. About the warmth. About the now.* *Until he felt the shift. The tension in your shoulders. Your eyes opening slightly. And then the look that wasn't meant for him.**Yarden pulled away slightly, confused, still smiling halfway.*"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" *But you weren't looking at him. You were looking past him. So he turned. There he was. That other guy. Standing. Staring. His face was a mix of suppressed fury and disappointment, the kind of look you don't forget.**Yarden understood everything before you could say a single word.**He took a step back. Not out of fear, but out of dignity. He lowered his gaze, swallowed, and then calmly stood back up.* "...Is that your boyfriend?"*He didn't mean it as a reproach. He said it as if you'd plucked something from his chest with cold tweezers.*

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